Chapter 17
I delivered the pies and went shopping for more supplies. After depositing a crate of apples and a package of flour on the countertop, I left the apartment to have lunch at the bistro across the street with outdoor seating.
I'd passed many times and never eaten there. Never felt like it. But on a beautiful, bright day like today, I felt courageous.
After studying the menu and doing some serious soul-searching, I finally decided on the Pacific Northwest Hash, served with two poached eggs and a cup of coffee.
Sarah Stevenson: Hey butt-munch. Hope your game went well.
Charlie Stevenson: You okay, Es?
Sigh. It blows that I couldn't initiate a normal conversation with my brother because he doubted my sanity. But it wasn't like anyone was to blame for that but me.
Sarah Stevens
